Gypsy Freak Page 16

  It’s…not something I’m prepared for, because it’s like he’s meant to be stared at, and I’ve been exposed for far too long.

  His lips find mine in a surprising, hungry kiss, and I pull him down, bringing his body close enough to touch mine, wishing my shirt was gone as well. My fingers dig into the firm flesh of his back as I kiss him with a little more eagerness, and my hips arch into him, finding just a teasing amount of friction.

  He groans into my mouth as he breaks the kiss, breathing raggedly against my ear as he grinds himself into the cradle of my thighs.

  “You have no idea the power you hold over me when you look at me like that, Violet. Remember I’m a man cursed to be starved for attention and pleasure, and you’re giving me as much as I can get of both in one dose.”

  His hands lift and catch my wrists, pulling my hands off him as he pins them to the bed on either side of my head. Holding me there, he stares down at me.

  “The second I’m inside you, tell me to put on the chains,” he says as he lifts up.

  As he lets go of my hands, I keep them where they are, even as I find myself tempted to touch him again.

  He toys with the hem of my shirt before he tugs it hard, whipping it over my head without me even sitting up. In nothing but my underwear, I take in the smirking Morpheous who is kneeling between my thighs as he spreads them wider.

  He pulls a necklace from his pocket—a leather cord bound around a crystal—and slips it over his head. I don’t argue when he lifts my head and slides a matching one onto me.

  “This keeps me from feeding and from losing my mind completely. Starvation makes a man’s monster try to creep out. Still, the chains are a good idea, because I lose control of myself at a certain point, and I take selfishly if I’m not stopped,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips over mine like he’s worried I’m going to back out.

  The crystal of his necklace drags across my skin as he hovers over me. His attention dips to my neck, kissing a spot there that has my entire body humming.

  “I’m going to use a lot of my gift on you, since it’ll be the most pleasurable for you that way,” he murmurs, lifting my leg over his hip. “Possibly the best experience of your life,” he adds with a cocky grin against my neck, only forcing me to swallow against the nervous knot in my throat. “But you have to tell me to stop when you feel the beginnings of pain. Okay?”

  I nod lazily, as I try to pull his body down against mine instead of letting him just hover.

  He easily resists my pull, since he’s a helluva lot stronger than me. It makes me question just how strong Vance is, since he kicked Damien’s ass. That makes me question how strong Arion is, since he kicked Vance’s ass…I think. Didn’t he?

  I shake out of my distraction, because Damien kisses another spot on my neck. “You’ll easily be safe so long as you do that. It’ll get gradually more painful, and you’ll have no choice but to tell me to stop. I’ll very likely stop myself, because there’s only a certain point where I can lose my control,” he goes on, his hand carefully moving between my back and the bed.

  I feel my bra come undone, and as he continues talking, he slowly moves it away, one arm at a time.

  “Wait!” I shout, causing him to startle and close his eyes as he exhales harshly around a groan.

  I quickly dig into my loosened bra, feeling the vials start to roll down the sides of my breasts, and breathe out in quick relief when none of them break.

  Damien’s eyes reopen, and the defeat there quickly fades to amusement when he sees why I’ve stopped him.

  He gently takes all the vials, and he’s off me in the next instant. It’s amazing at the speed he has. One second he’s on me, then across the room, and the next, he’s plucking my bra off me completely as he resettles himself between my legs again.

  “I’m happy we didn’t crush those,” he drawls, lips twitching as his eyes soak in the sight of me with an intense appraisal that I pretend to be okay with.

  “Me too. Rookie mistake,” I say very seriously, since my bra is more armed than usual these days.

  His lips capture mine again in a slow, drugging kiss that seems to go on and on.

  By the time he stops, I feel like every inch of me is on fire and desperate for his touch.

  “Chains and pain, Violet. Don’t forget,” he murmurs against my lips as the slight rattle of chains from behind me draw my eyes open again.

  I look up at the chains mounted to the wall behind the headboard, a huge steel band anchoring them there as they hang down to the bed just above my head. The cuffs attached to them are at least three inches wide and two inches thick, and they almost look silver.

  “The necklaces do all the work, though, in case I do forget to stop you, right?” I ask.

  “You won’t. You think you will, but you won’t forget,” he goes on. “These necklaces just give you control of me. I get splitting migraines if I don’t do as I’m told.”

  A small thrill shoots through me, and his eyes narrow on mine, even as his lips strain against the smile trying to spread over his extremely tempting lips. “Don’t get too hot about it, Violet. You’ll want me in control other than that.”

  “Stop talking and prove it,” I say with a small grin, testing my authority.

  He vanishes in the next instant, and my smile falls.

  His weight is gone, and the room is empty, even though I’m sure he’s standing close.

  I start to move my hands over my breasts when I feel too exposed, unsure how many more times he’s going to do this just when things are getting good.

  Firm hands grab my wrists abruptly and shove them above my head. My breath comes out harshly when I realize he’s still over me, but I can’t feel him or his pressure on the bed.

  “The mind is confused when it can feel and hear something it can’t see,” he murmurs, his lips dragging across my cheek. “I can’t handle seeing a woman look directly into my eyes when I bring her pleasure, or else I lose all control,” he adds, his free hand dragging down my bare side as his others keep mine clasped over my head at the wrists.

  Maybe it’s the masochist in me, but I really wouldn’t mind seeing what that’s like…

  I can be more resilient if I need to be…

  “The mind is even more confused when it can only feel certain parts of the other person. Illusion can be powerful when I’m enjoying myself this much, sweet gypsy,” he says as he starts kissing down my neck.

  “So far, you’re proving you’re very good at talking a big game. However, I’ve yet to feel the earth move,” I say with a straight face, until my lips betray me and turn up in a smile.

  I blame the kiss he’s pressing to the bottom of my neck.

  “Don’t abuse your power. Just tell me to put on the chains when I’m inside you, and tell me to stop when you feel true pain,” he says quietly. “Let me do this in a way that ensures your safety and makes my talk relevant.”

  Aside from his hold on my wrists, his touch disappears abruptly, until suddenly I feel his mouth close around a nipple. My breath hisses out, and reflexively, I tilt my hips toward him. He instantly gets more aggressive.

  I’m not sure how long he drives me to the edge using just that one nipple while the other aches for an ounce of the same attention. My hips start moving, grinding my embarrassingly wet cotton undies all over him.

  His lips move at last, and a shudder passes over me as he moves toward the other, kissing a slow trail to it, finally seeking to lavish it with—

  He abruptly changes direction, moving to the original, and begins showering it with affection again. The added stimulation is almost painful now, and everything on me aches with the need for something else.

  His touch disappears when I whimper.

  But I feel it immediately when he kisses just above my pubic bone, my underwear sliding down as he kisses his way down with each newly revealed section of skin.

  He moves to the inside of my left thigh, kissing the crease between my thigh and the a
rea that would really love some attention.

  My hands slide down, but it’s like I can’t find where to feel him. Somehow, he’s fucking with my head in a way that keeps me from grabbing his hair and shoving him where I want him.

  He lets me feel his knowing grin against the inside of my thigh, as the telling sound of fabric ripping rings through the air. He’s not ripping off my underwear. Threads snap in unison when I use my own gift, and I mostly tear them off myself.

  I feel the bastard grin more, as the scraps are torn the rest of the way by him and tossed aside by his invisible hand.

  “Get inside me,” I whisper, unable to help myself, and his smiling lips stop touching my skin as something blunt and hard immediately prods at my entrance.

  It’s so abrupt that I hiss out a surprised breath seconds before his lips come down on mine, and he shoves inside me like he’s as desperate as I am.

  A full shudder of relief and pleasure rockets through me when I wrap my arms in front of me, and feel his skin. My thighs close on his bare body, my foot grazing a firm ass as it pulls back and thrusts inside me deeper, filling me tightly, as I kiss him harder, wishing I could see him.

  Everything on me is overwhelmed with sensation, flooding me with absolute erotic bliss as I cry out, an orgasm surprising me with so much force that it hurts. He quickly withdraws, and I clench around…nothing, feeling robbed as his touch on my body slowly starts to fade away.

  I don’t even really know what just happened or how it happened with such rapid speed. My breath is staggered and my body is coiled tight.

  I start to sit up, but a hand shoves me down as a mouth fastens onto my clit. My eyes roll back in my head, even as the sensitivity from the last orgasm makes it almost hurt as well.

  A firm hand presses to my stomach, holding me down, as his divine, remarkable, generous mouth quickly pushes me to the brink of what is sure to be the most—

  He stops abruptly, and I hear an echoed chuckle when I make a frustrated sound.

  “You didn’t tell me to put on the chains,” he says so close to my ear, his breath the only touch I can feel.

  “Put on the—”

  He kisses me, not letting me finish that, and I forget what I was even going to say as he pushes inside me again, letting me feel his body as I quickly start rocking my hips, chasing the one that got away just seconds ago.

  He groans into my mouth as he moves quickly, pulling out, driving me insane.

  “You forgot to tell me to put the chains on,” he says again as he shoves one of my legs up, staying out of me as his lips fuse to mine once more, and he teasingly grinds against me.

  “You forgot the condom. Mistakes happen,” I groan, feeling his rumble of laughter against my neck.

  “Nature considers me a disease, Violet,” he says, amused. “Diseases don’t get diseases, and pregnancy would be a nonissue, even if I could reach that point of pleasure and fill you—”

  “It was a joke. I already know this. Stop talking and put on the—”

  “The rule is for you to tell me when I’m inside you,” he murmurs in that echoing tone, interrupting the command and playing with my head.

  “It starts getting hard to think,” I point out.

  “That’s because I’m a man who creates more and more seductive energy the better something feels. It’s been too long since I found pleasure in simply being inside a woman, and—”

  He stops talking when I manage to find his lips, and he kisses me harder as I focus really hard on remembering that tedious rule of his, desperate to have more than teasing touches and empty orgasms.

  The illusion flickers when I stare directly at where I assume his eyes are, and he appears, making a noise of approval as he thrusts inside me, grabbing onto my hip as he kisses me harder.

  I kiss him with my eyes wide open, watching the pleasure on his face, until I quickly break the kiss. “Put the chains on,” I manage to say between pants of air.

  He chases my lips, kissing me hard again when he catches them. He pulls away from me and flips to his back. I try to catch my breath, feeling a heady rush of something in the air that makes me want to crawl up him and lick every inch of him the second the click of one cuff is heard.

  “You’ll have to do the second one,” he says in an amused tone when I actually fan myself and stare up at the ceiling…at all the mirrors.

  I roll to my side, viewing every inch of flesh on him, as I bend to kiss his chest. His free hand cups the back of my head, dragging me up so that his lips find mine.

  “Cuff the other one, Violet. Then I’m at your mercy,” he says against my lips, biting at my lower lip in a way that has me grinding against him.

  Even though I don’t want his other hand cuffed or want him at my mercy, I do what he’s asking, in case he decides to try and stop this again. I have no idea why this is frustrating me so much, unless I’m somehow feeling an ounce of what he feels every time he touches a person.

  People always force others to feel their own misery from time to time. It’s the reason I stay antisocial.

  Even my father—

  “An image of your father just flashed through my mind. That’s not where I want your head going right now, gorgeous,” Damien says across my lips, as a smile forms.

  “You’re getting images? Why aren’t I?”

  “Because you’re not really letting go,” he says, sitting up as his hand comes down to my hip.

  Already inside me, he rolls those hips of his in a way that is so perfectly practiced, and it hits everything in the right way. He works the bottom the way most men wish they could work the top.

  “You’re going to lose sight of me if you don’t get my other hand cuffed, Violet. I can’t watch you stare at me that way with one hand free for much longer. I’m much stronger than you, and it’s so much safer for you if I’m bound before that controls slips even a fraction. Because I want to see you looking at me like this. It’s part of the perfect pleasure I can draw from this.”

  Without farther delay, I quickly cuff his wrist, and they immediately rattle when something in the air noticeably changes. It gets warmer, and I almost feel drugged in the best possible way when his eyes flake a beautiful dark blue in the depths of his pupil. It’s as though I’ve just witnessed the off switch for his control, and a shudder passes through me at how close that was cut.

  It only makes me kiss him harder as he rolls his hips again, hitting every note perfectly, while he plays me like his own personal instrument. My hands move all over him, as he does all the work from the bottom without even the use of his hands.

  I didn’t know sex could feel this intoxicating, and I can’t even catch my breath long enough to figure out why my entire body feels like every nerve inside my body is suddenly sexual enough to join in on the party.

  My body is buzzing with energy now, instead of simply humming, as his hips start growing more insistent, and he makes some tortured sound in his throat when our lips break apart.

  His head falls back, brow wrinkling as his lips part, and I watch as he continues moving, causing a thousand images to roll through my mind like a hammer shattering a barrier.

  It almost hurts, but the pain fades quickly into toe-curling ecstasy, as I see a thousand images of every scene of tonight play through my head through his eyes, feeling it as he felt it, and seeing us through all the mirrors of his bedroom.

  It’s every angle on a loop, coupled with the divine way his hips keep rolling. It’s like we finally chased down that escaped orgasm, stepped on it, and shattered thirty more just like it all at once, when my eyes are forced to shut.

  I cry out a garbled, almost silenced sound, because it’s overwhelming and words can’t form. My body is so awake and acutely tuned, that I feel every perfect inch of him when my body shudders over his. His hips rock furiously, growing more insistent, as I pant and cling to him.

  When his lips find mine, it’s almost violent, and I limply hang on, letting him draw out the most body-wringing orgasm
I’ve ever endured, as after-shocks of pleasure roll over me with each upward thrust he perfects.

  Something cracks and groans, as I lazily start kissing down his neck, never wanting to move from his body, needing as much as he can possibly give me.

  Another crack and groan go hand in hand, seconds before something loud bursts somewhere overhead.

  I jolt when a chunk of the wall slams into the side of the bed, but before I can scramble away, a firm, strong hand grabs my hip. I’m roughly yanked against him seconds before we’re spinning. The roomful of mirrors look like a blur of motion as my world is turned around and tossed in a different direction.

  He comes down on me hard, his hips almost painfully forcing my legs wider apart, as he continues to kiss me stupid, filling my mind with more and more images of us, his eyes wide open as he breaks the kiss and stares down at me.

  I’m breathing heavily, grappling for him to be closer, when another chunk of the wall falls with a loud crash. It hits the floor as chains clang, and then his other hand grabs my other hip.

  His eyes are so light blue now that they’re almost white, as he tears the necklace away from me. Pin pricks of pupils are there, and I suck in a breath, feeling a taste of familiarity in this moment.

  It’s pure abandon.

  This is his monster.

  Or at least, it’s almost his monster.

  And he now knows he has me.

  Uh-oh. I followed all the rules…

  On his next thrust, my body is hit with a shock of ecstasy like I’ve never felt before. It steals my breath and electrifies my veins, setting off an orgasm that is almost painfully sinful.

  The one after that sends me toppling over an edge so steep that I feel like I’m falling before shattering into oblivion, garbled sounds escaping me in ways that I don’t even find embarrassing right now.

  His third thrust shatters me all over again, and I gasp for air, clawing at him to get closer, wanting to—

  His own sound echoes through my ears as his hips jolt against mine. There’s just a bite of pain inside me that is quickly soothed with warmth, as I’m shoved up on the bed. Damien continues making that tortured sound of guilty pleasure.